The Bloodline of Blackwood
(V-06: Southern Gothic Secret) The humidity of the Georgia lowlands didn't just hang in the air; it pressed against the skin like a wet, hot sheet, smelling of sulfur and decaying magnolia. Evelyn returned to Blackwood Manor not out of love, but out of a morbid necessity. The house sat at the end of a driveway choked by Spanish moss, its white paint peeling away in long, sickly strips like dead...
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